Christy Rentschler
Bio
I am an aspiring writer looking to hone my craft. I write sometimes from life experiences and other times purely from imagination.
Stories (2)
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Close Encounter
It was 9:30 PM when Audra arrived home from the café. The gleam of moonlight gave an ethereal quality to the night, but the welcoming glow of the front porch light was always a comfort to her. After she shuffled through the front door entryway and locked the door, she paused in the kitchen to get a glass of water. Through the window, Audra could just make out the shape of unripe pears that clung to the tree her parents had planted when she was a kid. Even though her parents were gone now, she had the tree to help remind her of them.
By Christy Rentschler4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Memory
Lacey’s feet recalled the sensation of gliding as she walked briskly past other students, through halls lined with artificial lights and walls the same color as manila folders. The space around Lacey widened substantially as she entered the lunchroom, but the air around her turned muggy. Large fans placed strategically throughout the space seemed to do little to cool the air. Lacey knew she and her friend Grace would have to eat in the courtyard again.
By Christy Rentschler4 years ago in Fiction
